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"Shoot you up?" Nate blinked a couple of times as he looked at the teen beside him. As the gunfire continued to pelt against the barrier's wall, Nate turned around quickly to fire through the gap yet again, this time hitting one of the soldiers in the thigh. He crumbled down onto one knee, clutching at his injured leg. Nate turned back and sighed heavily, then turned his attention to the teen beside him again. He noticed the morphine laying on the ground between the two and remembered what he meant. "Alright," he said, "but I've never given shots before and we have to hurry." He reached down and picked up one of the needles and uncapped it. He studied the boy's arm closely, then lifted it up so he could see the underside of it above the elbow. He injected the needle where he had recalled the doctors giving him shots. "Get a headache when you use your power huh?... I've heard that happens when it requires a lot of mind manipulation... Happens to me sometimes too, though not often." When he was done giving the shot of morphine, he turned his arm back over and smiled widely. "So now, what's this plan?"